#yoi crossover

Little Vitya is back and he’s looking for trouble <3 

yet another one of @skygemspeaks‘s prompts, this time in the form of a Haikyuu/YOI crossover that actually works really well even though it starts out as completely angst because i have no self control and need to be stopped

part one/prologue (you are here), part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9

“Yuu-ri,” Victor croons, gently running his fingers through his husband’s hair. “It’s late. You’re practically falling over. Let’s go to bed?”

Yuuri protested sleepily. “But my sister…”

“She’ll call later. I’ll leave the ringer on,” Victor assures him, steering him toward the bed.

Mari had promised to be their first phone call of the new year, since they’d landed too late to go home. Their hotel in Tajiri was an eight hour drive from Yutopia, too far to even attempt at nearly one in the morning. Still, Yuuri demanded to stay up and wait for his sister’s call. It’s been a long season; Yurio is getting older, trying frantically to get just a few more record breaking seasons in before his inevitable retirement. They haven’t had a break in months, between coaching and international competitions, so it’ll be nice when they finally get home.

Somehow, Victor manages to wrangle Yuuri into bed, despite his current status as deadweight. Neither of them is overweight, despite being retired; they keep in shape, but they’re by no means obsessive over it the way they used to be.

They’ve only been asleep for maybe an hour or two when the phone rang. Victor feels along the nightstand blearily and slides the green icon to the left, putting the phone to his ear.

“Hello?” he mumbles. “Mari?”

The voice that comes through the receiver isn’t Mari’s. It isn’t even a Katsuki’s voice. The voice that comes through the receiver is professional, but just sympathetic enough to send chills down Victor’s spine. “Is this Victor Nikiforov-Katsuki?”

“Katsuki-Nikiforov,” he corrects automatically. “Speaking. Who are you?”

“My name is Hattori Akari, I’m calling from Fukuda Hospital. I apologize for the late hour, but we need you to come in immediately–” A cry comes through the phone, drowning out whatever she says next, and sending a shard of ice through Victor’s heart. He knows that wail.

“Alisa? Is that my niece– I mean my cousin, is she okay? Where’s her brother? Her parents?” A call from the hospital in the dead of night is anyone’s worst nightmare. But a call from the hospital when he can hear his four year old first-cousin-once-removed (who may as well be his niece) in the background and not anyone to comfort her is his own personal hell.

Where is Karolina? What on earth is the Haiba family doing in a hospital at four in the morning on New Years Day?

Vaguely, he hears the woman saying something that sounds like a sincere but ultimately still pointless platitude and another request that he come in immediately, as the children’s emergency contact (oh god that means little Lev is there too, what the hell is going on, why aren’t they telling him anything, where is his cousin) and everything will be explained upon his arrival for purposes of confidentiality.

He blinks in the darkness after hanging up and feels Yuuri sit up next to him.

“Is everything alright, Vitya? You sounded upset. Is Alisa okay?” He sounds sleepy, but alert.

Victor just looks at him for a moment, feeling helpless, before grabbing his keys.

Not even twenty minutes later, they pull into the parking lot of Fukuda Hospital. Luckily, it wasn’t far from their hotel; the Haibas live in the Kumamoto prefecture, near Victor and Yuuri’s hotel. Victor bursts through the door with all the finesse of a bull in a china shop, disturbing a few people dozing in the waiting room and earning himself a few scathing looks. He can’t bring himself to care, though, as he rushes over to the front desk.

“Haiba Karolina, Haiba Shin, and their children, are they okay?”

He gives his name when prompted, and Yuuri’s too, when he arrives a moment later. They’re ushered through the double doors on the left and Victor is reminded of how much he hates the antiseptic-sick-clean-death smell of hospitals when he’s hit facefirst with it.

The sound of meaningless babbling alerts him to the kids before he sees them. Without warning, he speeds up, passing the doctor and turning the corner quickly.

“Uncle Vitya?” It’s Alisa who notices him first, glossy tear tracks staining her face despite her now dry eyes. But while Alisa is the first to see him, Lev is the closest, toddling over to him on tiny, unsteady feet.

Victor scoops him up into his arms, feeling one of the many weights he’s carrying drop from his chest. Alisa attaches herself to his leg, looking infinitely more relaxed now that there was an adult she trusted in the room. That’s when he notices the look on the face of the nurse that’s presumably been watching them.

He knows, in that instant, what’s happened. Why they called him for the children, and why him, instead of his father.

And Victor knows better than to think he can stop his heart from shattering, from shredding itself into pieces that may not ever be whole again, but he can encase them in ice, stop the pain from showing itself in his face.

Victor may not be good at much, but he’s always been a bit of a prodigy when it comes to the ice.

“Alisochka, love,” he says, being very, very careful to keep his voice steady and, if not cheerful, at least neutral, “I need you to be good for the nurse for a few more minutes, okay? Just a little longer. I’ll take care of everything.”

She blinks up at him and nods, trusting him completely in a way that physically hurts. “Lev too?”

Victor looks down into Lev’s clear green eyes. On one hand, he doesn’t want to let either of them out of his sight; they’re his family and more importantly, he’s their only family for five thousand miles. On the other hand, this isn’t something they should be there to hear.

He looks at Yuuri, sure that his heart is in his eyes in a way that only he has ever been able to read. He can’t make this choice, inconsequential as it is. It’s too much.

Then, as Yuuri opens his mouth to say something, little Lev plants a big, drooly kiss on Victor’s cheek and giggles, blowing bubbles with his own spit.

The tension doesn’t break, and the pain in Victor’s chest doesn’t ease even slightly, but for a moment it’s easier to pretend that everything is fine and his heart isn’t about to overflow.

“Lev too,” Yuuri says quietly, reading Victor’s eyes like a book. He gently pries the baby out of Victor’s arms and passes him to the nurse. Lev wails quietly for a moment before settling down. Victor gives Alisa his phone to watch videos and play games for as long as they’re handling… whatever they need to handle.

The doctor that brought them in leads Victor and Yuuri to his office. As soon as he’s sitting, Victor asks a question he knows he doesn’t want the answer to.

“My little cousin… Is she…”

The doctor shakes his head solemnly, looking apologetic. “The wounds she and her husband sustained from the crash were too severe for us to…”

Victor doesn’t hear him, can’t hear him over the sound of his world crashing down around him. His little cousin is in one of these rooms. His little cousin, the closest thing he’s ever had to a sibling, is lying on one of these hospital beds.

He doesn’t realize that he’s crying until he’s choking on nothing. Yuuri is gripping his hand tightly, looking grim but determined.

“No, the system isn’t an option. We’re their godparents, we’ll bring them home. End of story,” he says simply.

Victor manages to pull himself together long enough to sign the papers that need to be signed. At some point while the paperwork is being processed, Yuri shows up, looking uncharacteristically somber. Yuuri probably called him earlier, Victor realizes vacantly, balancing a sleeping Lev in his arms as Alisa shifts in her sleep momentarily from her seat at his side.

Yuri tells them that he picked up two car seats from some department store around the corner. Victor wants to ask which department store is open this late before realizing that it’s well after six in the morning.

It’s more than an hour later that the immediate paperwork goes through and they can go home with the newest additions to their household.

They get the carseats installed with some difficulty; they’re fairly complicated contraptions and besides getting a little less than six hours of sleep between the three of them (with the lion’s share of that going to Yuri), they’re all pretty badly jetlagged.

But it doesn’t take long to get them home after that; they get back to the hotel in under half an hour and put the kids in the bed. Lev immediately reaches out unconsciously, looking for a body to curl up with and finding Alisa, and Victor is reminded of how little he is. He still sleeps– slept. He still slept with his parents.

That thought is all it takes to break the dam that Victor carefully erected around his heart when he had to be strong for the kids. Yuuri is a gentle presence at his side and Yuri’s hand on his shoulder is grounding. So, clinging to these sensations, Victor weeps.